Sonny Shotz - Homebound lyrics
rate meLiving on a broken dream try to make this things right but
You criticizing every move make
Now live my life, I see plany people come, planny go
That shit’s the game I pray
Please get me out this place, I’ll be in my room
Stacking all the hits, all this like berry wides
Maybe in a week even in a day
I’ll buy your mention mom cuz this last in life
Cuz you lost your life when you was 33 yeah man that shit really hurts
When I won a Gramm , you’ll be in the sky looking down with this mercy
Like a young feeling like an old
I don’t even know, driving with my girl doing nice view
Bye, bye to all the low, looking at the kids waving though the hood
Looking at my mom, flipping out to five
Then fife to nine again
Braking all the rules, making other moves you don’t know me my friend
Popping out the van, clip clop man so just keep killing that
Everybody knows where to road and it’s no one how’s berry inside
Then they hit a place when the sun goes but so shine from the heart
Looking out to moon gotta see my face man
And the true is that I always want to fly
Never know why I am so different
I think cuz to you blame my songs ain’t telling them listen
But they turn away and they just keep feeling
Baby tell me I’m home, tell me I’m fine
Tell me I’m lost as long as you are with me
Tell me is summer, not in the snow
Lied me like I’m sorry I didn’t know
Standing on a cliff, not gonna jump, no I’m not give up
Keep your head up high, you will be everything you dream off
So money cash, feeling so well, could ever hear my song
No popping on the stance, looking at the crowd
What are you baling for?
Everybody does, everybody goes
Everybody knows nothing
Everybody’s high, everybody’s drunk
Everybody’s on something
Gotta get a way, gotta stick a move, live from my product
Gotta grow up, gotta be a man, gotta be a good father
Gotta take bus, gotta take a bout, gotta get there
Gota a lot of draft if you bust it
Get that, make that, so her on the phone try to make a vibe
Talking ‘bout school …
I’mma pay that when I make that millions
Looking at the moon, gotta see my face
Man am I tripping, I really wanna fly
I ain’t even know why I am so different
I think cuz to you blame my songs ain’t telling them listen
These boys on the why but they turn away
And just keep going
Baby tell me I’m home, tell me I’m fine
Tell me I’m lost as long as you are with me
Tell me is summer, bright in the snow
Lied me like I’m sorry I didn’t know